Anticipation

[wolfy_sam]

It had been a long year.

A year since he'd arrived at Beacon Hills looking for help, a year since he'd found a pack and a year since he'd found Stiles and fallen completely and stupidly in love with him. They were both bearing new scars and Sam will swear up and down that he saw a grey hair or two after the latest incident just before graduation, but they were alive. Safe. Whole.

Most of the students were out at wild graduation parties all over the town.

Tonight Sam had something nicer in mind. A simple dinner for two (after kicking his brother out for the entire weekend) and their own celebration. Stiles had graduated that afternoon. He was eighteen and getting ready for college. It was as exciting as it was frightening. Sam didn't want him to leave. But he still wanted to celebrate with him.

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[alotofadderall.livejournal.com]

A year had passed.

He was eighteen. Finally. It felt like it'd taken forever...

But now he really has no excuse to put off this conversation any longer. It was churning his stomach just thinking about it. He had to go to college...but he didn't think Sam would want to come with him. They'd already had a weird conversation about his Calc homework; Sam was an adult man who would probably want to stay in Beacon Hills with his pack and keep living his life.

The rest of the teens were going to a local college about half an hour away, but Stiles? Stiles was packed and leaving for UCLA...Yeah. He didn't even know how many times his Jeep would be able to make that trip before it conked. That was what, upwards of 4, 5 hours? And that was with little to no traffic...he wouldn't get to come home very often.

So here Stiles sat, rubbing at his chin, knot tightening in his stomach. This...this was it. This was probably his last night with Sam...for a while. If not forever...

No. He didn't know if he could deal with that. A temporary separation...and then, if Sam was amicable, they could pick up right where they left off...hopefully. Stiles choked back the emotion building in his throat. He wasn't going to cry about this, nope...at least, not until he was alone. God, he'd miss Sam...he wished he could come with him, but Stiles wasn't going to ask him for that. That...that would be too much...